EROTICA | HOTWIFE
My Wife Is My Hotwife Queen
She stood in the middle of men who’d been strangers just an hour ago. Her gorgeous brown hair was sticky, with fistfuls of strands clumped together.
Her breasts already bore the marks of teeth and fingers that had pinched and sucked their way up and down her body.
Her eyes shone with pleasure and a desire for more.
She was my queen and my cock ached with the need to reclaim her. My hands twitched with the need to clean her, rub her skin with scented lotions before dirtying her up, again.
The pride I felt couldn’t be described.
I was in awe of her ability to be everything to every man who wanted their fill.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, helping her stand while the men argued between them about having a second go.
She had done this. She had turned our fantasies into reality by offering her body to be shared by all the men who’d answered our online call.
“Deliriously happy.” She rested her head back into my chest. “Are you?”
I tightened my hands around her waist and pulled her against my cock.
